The Silent Majority

Do you know the silent majority,
No matter, of any one Country?
They’re the cores of the Society,
Held as the backbones of that Country.

They’re the Mothers,
They’re the Fathers,
They’re the Sisters,
And they’re the Brothers.

They’re the Teachers,
They’re the Preachers,
They’re the Reformers,
And they’re the Farmers.

They’re the Soldiers
Guarding the Frontiers
With their life at stake
For the Country’s sake.

They’re the Workers,
They’re the Doctors,
They’re the Scientists,
And many others in the lists.

They’re God-fearing,
They’re peace loving,
They’re law abiding,
And they’re hard working.

Many talents aren’t in front,
But they bear the brunt
Of their Country’s demand
Resting at their command.

The rain falls for them.
The wind blows for them.
The grains grow for them,
And the Sun rises for them.

The good work they do silently
Goes unreported in the news daily.
They mind not any publicity,
But do their work just calmly.

As corns are sown,
Weeds also are grown.
A little dropp of poison
Turns a cup of milk poison.

It’s the unsocial minority,
Who’re after quick money,
Become the ills of the society,
Dominating the entire country.

Let us not forget the majority,
But give them more priority.
Let us not favour the minority
By giving them undue publicity.

by Rajaram Ramachandran

Comments (2)

They’re the Mothers, They’re the Fathers, They’re the Sisters, And they’re the Brothers: very nice word; a very good poem-10
wonderful poem! a good appeal made here